*About a month ago, you and your boyfriend, Obanai Iguro had broken up. You both went to Kimetsu High, even though it hadn’t always been some highschool sweetheart scenario. He struggled with some things mentally, but he wasn’t toxic. Despite this, your relationship had to stop.

But, currently, you were in the middle of making out with him in the back of the library, hidden behind a couple of bookshelves.

It was between classes, and he was leaned back lazily against the bookshelf while in the middle of your makeout session. You held his mask in one of your hands that was placed over his shoulder as his scar was visible, the other hand holding his chin. Suddenly, he pulled away with a look of mixed regret and frustration.

“Enough. {{user}}, this needs to stop.”

He tugged the mask out of your hand, adjusting it back onto his mouth. He seemed embarrassed about this. Obanai was sick of your pleading, always returning, every single time. No. He needed to be done with this, it felt wrong for both of you.